[Intro: J Swey]
It's the definition of darkening
Yeah, Ey (Whoah, Ey, Whoah)

[Verse 1: J Swey]
One, two - three bags (uh)
Wait how many? Better bring 'em back (how many)
Swey got bars, don't question that (no word)
I'm like the track team, run laps (ye-yeah)
Are you ready? Let's go
Are you ready? Let's go. (1 lap)
Fuck the fame. n***a I ain't playin'
Shoot it up like a video game
They all think that I'm insane
Stress is heavy on the membrane (stress)
Getting higher than the airplane (oh yeah)
Ain't no tellin', I been rappin'
Can you read between the adlips?
N***as out here talkin' mad shit
Huh, I'm a f[?]
N***a mad quit
Sixteen

[Verse 2: Azide]
Shoot me in leg, you was aimin' for the head
Had a date with the reaper, but a N***a ain't dead
Bitch you ain't hurt, listen what I said
Bring her back again, a N***a ain't dead
Stand on a sled, same color that I bled
Signing in blood, but he still wear red
Why y'all stupid N***a so mislead? (haha)
All your copies put you in a twinbed
All my N***as share, so we breakin' up the bread
What you said can never be unsaid
I slide my clip, like a fuckin' Bob-sled
Tell you by myself and lock you in a shed
Lookin' like a asshole or like a crackhead
Shoot your shot, Bitch yeah go ahead
Clicked on my songs and then spread, spread, spread
Make me famous on the world-wide-web
Fuck your bitch on pornhub, yeah just to flex
I don't give a fuck if my nuts on the net
All of this shit, make me wanna jet
One more thing
I'm glad I ain't dead (haha)